Tree at my window, window tree, My sash is lowered when night comes on; But let there never be curtain drawn Between you and me.

You could not tell, and yet it looked as if The shore was lucky in being backed by cliff, The cliff in being backed by continent; It looked as if a night of da…

That day she put our heads together, Fate had her imagination about her, Your head so much concerned with outer, Mine with inner, weather.

It is absurd to think that the only way to tell if a poem is lasting is to wait and see if it lasts. The right reader of a good poem can tell the moment it str…

You don't need words - just one kiss, then another.

And now good morrow to our waking souls, Which watch not one another out of fear; For love, all love of other sights controls, And makes one little room, an ev…

Starved for affection, terrified of abandonment, I began to wonder if sex was really just an excuse to look deeply into another human being's eyes.